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AMEBICA, 


A  NATIONAL  ODE  AND  ANTHEM, 


BY 


ARTHUR  H.  VIVIAN. 


SACRAMENTO  : 

Printed  and  Published  for  the  Author  by 
H.  S.  CROCKER  Co. 


Entered  according  to  Act  of  Congress,  in  the  year  1898, 

BY  ARTHUR  H.  VIVIAN, 

In  the  Office  of  the  Librarian  of  Congress,  at  Washington. 
All  rights  reserved. 


AUTHOR'S  AUTOGRAPH  EDITION. 
Signed: $M...^..,.. 


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THE  UNKNOWN  WOMAN 

SUGGESTED     BY     A     BUST     OF    'THE     FIFTEENTH 
CENTURY,     SUPPOSED     TO     BE     THE      WORK  ;  OF 
DONATELLO;    NOW  EXHIBITED  IN  THE  LOUVRE 
AT  PARIS. 


She  lived  in  Florence  centuries  ago, 

That  lady  smiling  there, 
What  was  her  name  or  rank  I  do  not  know, 

I  know  that  she  was  fair. 

For  some  great  man,  his  name,  like  hers,  forgot 

And  faded  from  men's  sight, 
Loved  her,  he  must  have  loved  her,  and  has  wrought 

This  bust  for  our  delight. 

Whether  he  gained  her  love  or  had  her  scorn 

Full  happy  was  his  fate; 
He  saw  her,  heard  her  speak,  he  was  not  born 

Four  hundred  years  too  late. 

— Kenyon  Cox. 


A  reproduction  in  miniature  of  the  origi- 
nal bust  has  been  modeled  and  copyrighted 
by  F.  Vivian. 


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AMERICA,  BUOYED 


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ME  RICA,  thy  Mother  -Land 

Claims  that  where'er  doth  come, 
The  Day  -Star  in  his  fiery  course 

Men  hear  her  Morning  -Drum. 
Thine  own  proud  boast,  like  hers  shall  be, 

The  whole  wide  world  around, 
That  all  men,  in  thy  very  Name, 

Hear  Freedom's-  Trumpet  sound. 


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CHORUS. 

r^ELOVED  Land,  while  Earth  shall  stand, 

No  power  it  wields  shall  sever 
Our  Hearts  from  thee  and  Liberty, 
America  Forever! 


\A/  HEN  on  the  shore  of  Salvador, 

With   Victor  flag  unfurled, 
The  eyes  of  Europe  first  beheld 

A  still  unfettered  world, 
The  scene  at  which  they,  wond'ring  gazed, 

Revealed  that  Ruler  s  mind 
Who  gives  to  Thee,  in  Liberty, 
A  trust  for  all  Mankind. 

Beloved  Land,  etc. 


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HOU  Noblest  Daughter  of  the  Race 

That  ne'er  has  known  defeat; 
Whose  helping  hand  on  ev'ry  strand 

Earth's  Ransomed  Nations  greet. 
Be  worthy  of  the  Mission  high 

Thy    God  to  thee  has  given 
And  still  by  thy  proud  Race's  hand 

Shall  Mankind's  chains  be  riven. 

Beloved  Land,  etc. 


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HE  Mighty  Moulders  of  thy  Past, 

Who  sleep  beneath  thy  sod; 
Thy  Sons  whose  blood  has  hallowed  it 

To  Freedom  and  to  God, 
Made  thee  a  Name  at  whose  fair  fame 

All  noble  pulses  thrill. 
And  Age  by  Age,  shall  Hist'ry's  page 

Record  thy  valor  still. 

Beloved  Land,  etc. 


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HREE  times  hath  Europe  on  thee  gazed, 

And  marvel'd  at  thy  power, 
When  fierce  the  fires  of  battle  blaz'd. 

In   War's  tremendous  hour; 
And  each  time  hath  she  seen  thee  rise 

A  vision  of  delight! 
More  brilliant  and  more  beautiful 

When  God  has  crowned  the  Right. 

Beloved  Land,  etc. 


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HE  flag  that  brav'd,  a  thousand  years, 

The  Battle  and  the  Breeze, 
Dear  Daughter  Land,  to  thine  was  bow'd 

Upon  its  own  high  seas. 
And  proudly,  for  unconquered  still, 

Thy  Meteor  Flag  has  shown 
Its  Stripes  are  for  thine  enemies, 

Its  Stars  are  all  thine  own. 

Beloved  Land,  etc. 


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HERE  Caste  or  Creed  is  bar  to  none, 

Where  Prowess  thrones  o'er  Pride, 
Where  Glory  waits,  in  Freedom's  Name, 

True  Manhood's  steps  to  guide, 
Thy  Genius,  like  some  Central  Sun, 

Lights  all,  and  all  controls; 
And   Westward  still  while  Ages  run, 

The  tide  of  Empire  rolls. 

Beloved  Land,  etc. 


IFT  high  thy  head,  America, 

The  envy  of  the  world. 
Reign  on,  in  peerless  majesty, 

Tho'  thrones  from  earth  be  hurled. 
Reign  on,  forever  blessing  all, 

By  all  forever  blest, 
In  Peace  and  War  invincible, 

Earth's  fairest  land,  and  best. 

Beloved  Land,  etc. 


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EAR  Home  of  Peace,  Time's  self  shall  cease 

E'er  thou  again  shalt  know 
The  bitter  cry  of  men  who  die. 

Struck  by  a  Brother's  blow. 
Around  thy  feet  thy  sons  shall  meet, 

But  love  and  concord  bring, 
And  o'er  and  o'er,  from  shore  to  shore, 

Thy  hills  and  valleys  sing:— 

Beloved  Land,  etc. 


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ET,  should  thine  Honor  so  demand, 

As  Lightning  from,  on  high, 
Shall  flash  the  brand,  in  ev'ry  hand, 

For  thee  to  do,  or  die! 
And  foremost  still,  where  Glory  leads, 

In   Victory,  or  Death, 
Thy  sons  ring  out  the  battle-shout, 

Still' d  only  with  their  breath:— 

Beloved  Land,  etc. 


HNTHEM. 


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*  *   * 

OW  rise,  Americans,  and  stand 

In  all  the  Glorious  Might 
That  springs  from  love  of  Fatherland, 

Of  G-od,  and  of  the  Right. 
With  feelings  worthy  of  your  Sires 

And  worthy  of  your  Sod, 
Call  down  upon  your  Country 

The  blessings  of  its  God. 

(INTERLUDE.) 


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OD  bless  thee,  Dear  America! 

G-od  grace  thee,  Home  of  all! 
The  richest  gifts  His  hand  bestows 

Forever  on  thee  fall. 
Peace,    Wealth,  and  Power  be  ever  thine. 

Stand  ever  in  the  van, 
And  teach  all  mankind  still  to  know 

The  Dignity  of  Man. 


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GRAND  CHORUS. 

*  *  * 

E LOVED  Land,  at  God's  right  hand, 

No  Power  exists  to  sever 
Our  hearts  from  Thee  and  Liberty, 

America  FOREVER! 


